Cure? Poem by Joseph PARASCANDALO

Unfulfilled, with some regret
I write on things that my mind frets
I offer no real answers or mythical cures
It is just a means by which to endure
Viewing the global experience, physically detached
It serves as ‘emotional process’ by which to patch
The canyon between virtual and real
To appease the inadequacy I feel
To harness an energy as yet to be discovered
To cure the world’s ills and, our beleaguer-ed Earth Mother